Rainfall Echoes

The city held its breath.
Rain fell, a quiet weight on the windowpane.
It mirrored the stillness within me.
He found me like this – drenched, watching the grey. No words were needed. Just the warmth of his hand, lightly brushing my cheek.
A simple pressure, grounding.
The cold retreated, not entirely, but softened at its edges.
It wasn’t a dramatic shift, no sudden burst of light. Just an acknowledgement. An understanding that some sorrows are best carried in the quiet spaces between raindrops.

Editor: Pure Linen